Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Teaser Tuesday -- Matchmaker Mystery 2

Sharing another quick look at my current work-in-progress:

She'd just drifted off to sleep when she was startled awake by heavy footsteps climbing the stairs toward her apartment.
Leaping off the bed, she grabbed the baseball bat leaning against the wall. Grasping it firmly, she held her breath, waiting to hear who it was that was visiting her.
The rap against the door was sharp and quick. "Sandy?" a familiar voice called. "It's me. Let me in."
Exhaling the breath she hadn’t even been aware she’d been holding, she tossed the bat on the bed, crossed the room, and unlocked the three locks on her front door.  “Hey, Diego. What’s…?”
The question died on her lips, as, yanking open the door, she got a good luck at the man on the other side.
Normally tall, dark and handsome, Diego was hunched, bleeding and in pain. 
Wordlessly, Sandy stepped aside, ushering him inside. He stumbled to one of the chairs in her kitchen and sank down onto it with a groan.
Sandy closed the door and threw all three locks, knowing full well that the locks hadn’t stopped the thieves who’d broken in and stolen her stuff and surely wouldn’t be a deterrent to whoever who’d done this to Diego. She cleared her throat, endeavoring to sound calm as she asked, “You want me to call 9-1-1?”
“As if,” he teased weakly.
Shaking her head, Sandy moved to her bathroom, snagging the First Aid kit she kept under the sink before joining him in the kitchen.
She got a better look at him under the glare of the fluorescent lighting. His T-shirt was dirty, the collar torn . His lower lip was swollen and there was a trace of blood smeared across his chin. A nasty-looking bump bloomed over his eyebrow.
“What happened?” She put the kit down on the vinyl tablecloth-covered bridge table that served as her dining area and went to the freezer.
“Classified.” Diego fumbled with the latch on the kit.
Sandy shot him a dirty look as she cracked the ice cube tray. She spilled blocks of ice into a clean dishtowel with undue vigor and then thrust the combination at Diego.
He took the improvised ice pack from her and pressed it against the knot on his forehead, a move that revealed a long cut, slicing down his forearm.
She took a minute to wash here hands, using the time to compose herself as the shock of his sudden appearance wore off.  She turned back to him. “You look like hell.”
“It looks worse than it is.”
“That’s what you always say.”
He did his best to grin at her, a maneuver that was normally charming, but now just looked painful.
She stuck her tongue out at him and then opened the First Aid Kit.
He chuckled, “You look tired, Dee.”
“Don’t try to make it like I’m the one with a problem here.” She pulled out a packet with an antiseptic wipe and tore the foil open, the sharp scent filling the air.  “You’re the one who shows up after a month of no contact looking like you’ve gone a couple rounds with Rocky Balboa.”
“You think I could last multiple rounds with Rocky? I’m touched.”
“I think you’re dumb enough to try.” Flicking the wipe open, she moved it toward his injured arm.  “Ready?”
He nodded. “I’m sorry about being out of touch.” The last word came out as a pained hiss as she swiped the wound with antiseptic.  “But you know if you ever need me you can call that number.”
“I know.” Sandy wiped away the dried blood. “This isn’t too deep, but you should cover it.”  She reached for a roll of white gauze in the First Aid kit.
Leaning forward, Diego grabbed her hand, stopping her. “Seriously, Dee. What’s wrong?”
She looked from his hand covering hers to his dark eyes, fringed by impossibly thick lashes, and saw the concern shimmering there. “Nothing, ‘Go. I’m just tired.”
He squeezed her hand gently, then released her. “You’ve been working extra shifts at the hospital.”
She plucked the gauze out of the case and unwound a bit. “Is that an educated guess?”

He shook his head. “Just because you didn’t know where I was doesn’t mean I didn’t know where you were.”


Silver James said...

OMG! LOVE this one! Write faster. LOL (Says the writer who needs to get off the internet and take her own advice.)

jblynn said...

LOL, I'm trying Silver. Trying! Now get writing!

Kerry H said...

I'm so excited. This is gonna be so good.

jblynn said...

Thanks, Kerry! I hope so! ;-)

Aisyah Putri Setiawan said...

Banned complain !! Complaining only causes life and mind become more severe. Enjoy the rhythm of the problems faced. No matter ga life, not a problem not learn, so enjoy it :)

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